Aiming for justice
I'm indebted to you.
There were times when my feelings were fuzzy, so I would appreciate it if you could tell me something.
I'm currently 8 months pregnant.
When I was sitting on the train home from work, the old woman next to me scolded me, saying, “There's a pregnant woman standing up, so get away.”
I also placed my bag on my lap so that I could see the maternity mark I got from the government office, but maybe the old woman didn't know the maternity mark, couldn't see it from the side, or didn't I look like a pregnant woman because my stomach didn't stick out much in the first place.
It's only 1 station until the nearest station, and it's a hassle to say it back, so I handed it over for now, but it was creepy because they were staring at me the whole time.
Even after that, the old woman did good things! I remember that they seemed full of sense of justice, and even when the days changed, my feelings somehow didn't clear up.
What is justice?
As an aside, I was thankful that another sister handed it to me in the elevator after getting off the train.
